My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 39 Painting Memories

Evelyn

I slowly climbed up the stairs, taking deliberate steps to avoid making any noise. It almost felt as if I were on a mission to take down some motherfucking mafias, armed with a gun. Perhaps, if I had a real one in my hand, I might have transformed into a brave little soldier, with my muscular accomplice trailing behind me. This almost felt like a thrilling movie, yet simultaneously, I was fucking stressed. The last thing I wanted was to get caught.

A hushed laughter echoed through the hall, causing my gaze to snap back and focus on Jacob, standing beside me.

"Jacob, be fucking quiet. If someone happens to find us now, it's over," I whisper yelled at him, disbelief in my eyes. He appeared to find the situation amusing. The clock showed it was nearly 6:00 in the morning. Judging by the mansion's silence, I knew that all the guests, including my father and Clara-who both slept bulls-were fast asleep. Not gonna lie, occasionally, I found myself doing the same.

"Nobody's going to find us, Evelyn. It's absurd to climb up the stairs at this speed-you look like a tortoise right now."

"Hey, that's insulting," I retorted, momentarily forgetting that we were in the middle of a crisis right now-a bad one.

I cringed at my own voice as it echoed, causing my eyes to widen, and my hand automatically flew to clasp over my mouth.

"Now, who's being loud? Me or you?" he asked, amusement shining in his eyes. Of course, he was enjoying this situation-a whole lot.

"It's..." I lowered my voice, realising I was being loud once again, "It's your fault. You shouldn't have called me that."

"Called you what? A tortoise?" he teased.

"Fuck you!" I glared at him and made a move to storm up the stairs, for a moment forgetting about the fact that I was actually the one insisting on being quiet to avoid prying eyes.

He seized my wrist, pulling me towards him with a swift jerk. My back met his chest, a soft gasp escaping my lips. Leaning in, he brought his lips close to my ear, a suggestive smirk playing on his tempting lips. Even though I couldn't see his expression cause he'd left me no options, I could still bet that his smirk was as irresistibly sexy as ever.

"Well... I suppose last night wasn't enough then?" he began, brushing my hair aside, "So, shall I satisfy your desires again, baby?" His hot breath grazed my skin, and the hair on my neck stood up, sharp as needles.

God, if I don't stop him right now, I doubt I'd have the willpower to in the next few seconds.

"Jacob," I blushed red, pushing against his chest and stepping away, "You are such a—"

"Pervert? I don't mind being called a pervert as long as I get to have you all to myself," he added, looking deadly serious with his words as he once again moved to grab my hand and pull me towards him, "You are all mine."

"No way," a giggle involuntarily escaped my lips as I moved out of his reach.

Why couldn't seem to stop smiling when I was with him?

"Was that a no? Are you saying that you are not mine?" he arched an eyebrow. Well... It was definitely easy to get on his nerves.

I emphasised, popping the

I could even process it, I found myself ensnared in his muscular arms, and the very next moment, he

registered any of his movements. Hell, he sure was the devil in

he spoke nonchalantly, carrying me as if I weighed nothing, "Besides, I already enjoy this view a little too much." I could most certainly feel his gaze on my ass. And I hated the fact that I didn't hate it even a

red, thank God he couldn't see me. "It's my dad's mansion. Here,

sweetheart," he chuckled, the deep sound alone capable of

throwing my

the answer's still no. And if you're planning to stick to that foolish logic, just to remind you, I've known him even before you were born. So...that gives me quite a privilege, doesn't

a pair of mad dogs, "And besides that, we still haven't determined your punishment for that 'great grandfather' lie. You

true story. I heard it

of this man to

it was

carrying me towards his room and

if you want to punish me so bad, then suffocate me by sitting on my face, I'm always open for those types of punishments." Argh!

gasp slipped past my lips, and my eyes widened. I glared at him almost instantly as

and pressed his lips to mine, hot and heavy. Without giving me a chance to adjust to his speed, he dove in, duelling his tongue with mine, kissing

with just one touch. I found my lower half trapped between his knees as he moved up, kissing me and pressing me into the bed. He made sure I didn't get a chance to

I was no

you," he breathed between kisses

skin, leaving his marks and giving me quite a task to hide them-covering those hickeys

he murmured, kissing me up and down, changing his path repeatedly, only to return to the corner of my mouth

whispered, pulling his face

love you," he pressed his lips to mine once again. This time,

source of all my corrupted thoughts and sinful desires. The very reason my heart had ever

perhaps, you're the last too," I pressed

it, Evelyn?" he asked, without

leave my mind. She was undeniably attractive, elegant and carried an air of maturity that set her apart from most other women. Naturally, a man might find himself

hand moving to caress my cheek, "That chapter ended a long time ago. And if there's anything I carry from that relationship, it's regret. Too much of it. I feel nothing for her; she's just a stranger to me, if I put the bad memories aside. You

he'd read my eyes. He knew what doubts were

hands into his silky

neck, I pulled him nearer. I heard him chuckle in the midst of the kiss and lean further, allowing me access

to unbutton his shirt, a ringing sound shattered the atmosphere of

at his nightstand, his phone flashing with a caller

Oh shit!